After my mind had been swamped by the ferocious cat-and-dog bite, we were finally in a position to have what seemed like a military discussion.

　Both Kalia and Fialaat are still trying to hide the sharp glint in their eyes.

...... What would happen if we foolishly charged head-on? With all of our forces and all of our defenses.

　He propped his elbows on his desk, his lips moving dryly. Kalia's expression twitched at the words. Her silver eyes slanted in a grimace.

"We won't last a moment. This will all be over by the time the sun comes up, and we'll have killed every last man.

　He said it like it was obvious. My heart grows heavy.

　I knew it would be like that, but there was a difference between what I thought and what someone else said. In any case, I wish you had said it a little softer. Without realizing it, my eyes started to hurt.

　Until now, I've been called a hero, but I've only been a guest. To the heraldic soldiers, their master was the saint Mattia, not me.

　But it's different now. Less than 4,000 soldiers, including mercenaries. If you include the citizens of Garouamalia and the surrounding villages, hundreds of thousands of people's lives will live or die at my discretion.

　It's too heavy for me. It's shameful to call myself a general. But that doesn't mean I can throw it away.

An assault would be instant death, but a siege would be like being strangled with cotton. Then why don't I and a few of my men go in alone, as we did with Cernio?

　Unlike Caria, Fialaat's voice slipped a little and she opened her mouth. He looked back into those dark eyes and moved his cheeks with a hint of impatience.

　The first corner of the eye, which is the strongest part of the eye, looks vulnerable today.

I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure what to make of that.　It's not possible. Mages are mortal enemies. Just because we're from the same city doesn't mean I should cut corners.

　Even if it's against my father," Fialaert added at last.

　There may have been a hint of smugness in his voice, but I didn't think that Fialaat would cut corners.

　Even more than Kalia, Fialaat is an honest man. She is incapable of lying to others, or even to herself.

　And she's not a weak woman. She knows what to do when she has to fight. At least, that's what I've always wanted to know about Fialat-La-Borgograd.

　So my concern was elsewhere.

"Don't worry about it. You're the best sorcerer, aren't you? You're the best magician, right? What about it, Agathos? If you know something, I'd like to hear it.

　The jewel Agathos is still leaning on Fialaat, almost asleep. I'm beginning to wonder if this is really the demon who glared at all the soldiers on the battlefield.

　Agathos twisted his shoulders with a sigh, as if he was feeling sleepy.

I've already told you. I know, but I don't owe you an answer. I'm not your parent. If you want wisdom, you pay for it. That's the way it's always been done. Well, why don't you give me one of your hearts?　I'll tell you all you need to know about demons.

One heart and you're done. How many hearts does a human have in you?

　Agathos has been like this since a while ago. He was no match for him.

　It's true that she provided me with information during the time of Majin Drigman because we were in a relationship of mutual combat, but... I never thought she'd be taken seriously like this.

　Ah, the demonic ways of the world. It's so obvious it's disgusting. I'd like to see Fyarad pay for taking care of me.

　Agathos glances up at Fyarad for a moment. Agathos looks at Fialaat for a moment, and then lets out a voice filled with unparalleled arrogance and pride.

"Well. There's no need to worry. For once, I'll take care of him. Humans should do what humans can do. I'll put a quick end to this ugly, hapless, barren war.

Let's hope. Let's hope. Let's pray to God.

　In other words, there were no expectations at all.

　First of all, we don't know what kind of demons we're up against, and we don't know how long a war between demons would take.

　If Borvat's army is driven by demons, it would be too optimistic to wait for Agathos to win.

　Then again, we humans must be human and do what we can. I run my fingers over my lips, my nerves tearing at my thoughts.

　We can't go in head-on. The opposing army is too thick for a single point breakthrough by the elite, as Fialat said. Even Vestalinu, the ranger, can't pincer them if the front is unstable.

　So the best we can do is to create a diversion or harassment. I don't know how far I can go with that.



　The more I thought about it, the more I felt trapped in the corner of the board. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was being pushed into a corner of the board.

　--Come to think of it, I've had this happen before.

　I've had this happen to me a few times before on my journey. My head is at a standstill, no matter what I think. There's not a shred of hope.

　Suddenly, I see that gold behind my eyelids. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered what he, the hero I knew, would have done.

　It's obvious. That's right, the hero wouldn't give up. What a pain in the ass. My cheeks relaxed.

"I've decided. This is war. This is war. Let's push ourselves a little. If we're going to be heroes, we need to do our duty as heroes.

　Instantly, the silver and black eyes twisted wide. I think all trust is gone from the color of those eyes.


　In the main camp of the Borvat army.


　In the main camp of the Borvat army, Eileen Ray Rachidore spreads her voice of disdain. I'm not sure what to make of that.

It's a shame for the Bolivartian army that you can't see and defeat the enemy generals. Hind. As a sorcerer, this is unthinkable.

　With the enemy general Lugis in front of them, they retreated after an engagement due to the intervention of the demons. Hearing that report, Eirene's long eyelashes turned upward and her lips twitched.

　Hind-Butse, on the other hand, looks as if it's business as usual. But Hind-Büchse, on the other hand, seemed to think it was business as usual, and continued to report to his general.

That's all I have to say. As Vice Admiral Rakiador said, I will not make any excuses.

　Without any hint of anger, Hind bowed his head and spoke to Mastighios-La-Borgograd. This grace was his virtue, but it was also his flaw.

　It could be called the gracefulness of the common people. He did not have the devilish obsession with power and success that aristocrats have. Rather, he was a man who valued his pride as an individual.

　Eirene still looks disapproving, while Mastighios listens with a softened expression.

"Good. It's not for you to bow down. It's my fault for upsetting the troops when they beat off the spell. The enemy is not so easy to deal with.

　Despite the firmness of his words, Mastighios' voice was not harsh.

　After all, this was not the battle Mastighios himself wanted. A stake of guilt was driven into his heart, and he was constantly tormented by the question of whether this was the right thing to do.

　Still, I can't go against what Majin Lovell says. And so, as he intended, we have continued our march to this point. Too smoothly. Too nimbly.

　But finally, here in Garou Amalia, that march has come to a halt. The black scarlet light, the one called Lugis, and the new demon stopped it.

　It seems that Lovell's intentions have finally come to naught, and it's more than a little painful.

　It's also good that the new demon is taking a hostile stance towards Lovell. This time, there might be an opportunity for us to take advantage. The Mastighios tightened his lips, spitting the words only in his mind.

　As Mastighios maintained a slight silence, Eirene pulled her chin back and her eyes glittered with cleverness.

I'm not going to pursue it, since you said so, ....... And no matter what the uncertainty, our victory is unassailable. Today's attack has convinced me.

　Eirene said, her words brimming with confidence. No, she may have looked like this all the time.

"My lord, please grant me the honor of another siege tomorrow. My magic is ironclad. I will see to it that Galuamaria is defeated.

　Eirene made the words sing with a regal gesture, swearing by the name of Rei-Rakiador.